FORSAKEN MEMORIES

-ˏˋ⋆ ↳ ❝ 𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙍𝙊𝘿𝙐𝘾𝙄𝙉𝙂 : 「 LAMENTBORNE 」 ! ❞ ─── a highly selective, independent, mulitmedia, & headcanon-based JINU from KPOP DEMON HUNTERS roleplay blog! ┈┈┈ this blog will feature mature themes -- viewer discretion advised. none of it will be romanticized nor should it be. uses the beta editor only. minors dni.

studies in: overcoming adversity, redeeming yourself for the sake of others, monsters killing monsters, escaping turbulence, becoming the main character,  forging your own path, becoming a threat willingly and happily, the intrigue of a life that isn't yours, finding joy in human life over the screams of death, messing with people, assisting animals and animal-adjacent creatures, protecting what is most important despite self-destruction.

・┆representing tragedy: pandora, 25+, read rules.

* . ⊹  ꜱᴇᴏʟ ᴊɪɴᴜ   › ❝ I'M ... alive ? ❞ The question comes sooner than anticipated with his lungs barely catching the rush of oxygen into them.

* . ⊹  ꜱᴇᴏʟ ᴊɪɴᴜ   › ❝ DON'T FEEL BAD -- you've only won how many awards before we showed up? ❞

* . ⊹  ꜱᴇᴏʟ ᴊɪɴᴜ   › ❝ DON'T GET ANY IDEAS ABOUT the hunters, Abby; they're enemies at the end of the day. ❞

* . ⊹  ꜱᴇᴏʟ ᴊɪɴᴜ   › CHRYSANTHIMUM BRACLET LINGERED UPON WRIST , gaze fixated upon it as pad of thumb crosses over the intricate knot. Hopeless. A word often thrown his way via Gwi-ma, a word often left to stagnate in the recesses of his mind , a word that never truly grants him anything other than misery. Hope. A word he hadn't heard in centuries toward him, a word that he'd never uttered except to placate others, a word he knew would eventually burn away to ash. Yet...it stings and lingers, it burns into his wrist in the shape of this knotted gift, held out to him from a girl he knew would eventually have to face him -- a cruel irony that he wanted to escape from his destiny but had long been corralled into believing chains held tightly to wrists and pulled back against wall, neck choked to barely breathable capabilties.

      Those footsteps alerted him, golden shifting up, only to vanish back to tender polished sienna when he noted who approached. Jinu is nothing if not soft for this girl, which is a weakness he cannot deny to himself ; she'd managed to pierce through that darkened armor, his chest exposed and beating heart waiting for blade to strike, for if not hers then the flames of Gwi-ma awaited him.

      ❝ Rumi? ❞ The question isn't so much a need to know who stands there but rather a question of: what are you doing here? Approaching him of her own volition felt foreign ; usually their meetings were planned, quiet solitudes that only the magenta of Gwi-ma focused upon, but today? Jeans straightened, he stands, slow steps approaching, guarded, a hand reaching out to touch her neck, bidding silence to their encounter as he watched those magenta patterns light up slowly ... not an illusion.

      Retracted hand only lasts to give him a chance to cup her cheek, palm pressed to it as other pulls around her shaking form, softness ebbed into the encounter, his humanity thus clawing its way to the surface. ❝ I'm here. ❞ He doesn't ask, he doesn't assume, he remains quiet, letting her speak through her won volition ; it is proper to not speak over her...

Flutters lashes. What kinks? I've never seen any.~

* . ⊹  ꜱᴇᴏʟ ᴊɪɴᴜ   › HE'S NOT TELLING THE OTHERS this information, because he doesn't need the sass. ❝ ... ❞

@youngestsaja inquired within:

"Do we have any updog?"

* . ⊹  ꜱᴇᴏʟ ᴊɪɴᴜ   › THEY'RE TAKING STOCK OF INVENTORY -- a necessary step in keeping their home from falling into a state lacking meals for the upcoming month. With attention spent glancing up and down the fridge: eggs (check), milk (check), orange juice (check), prune juice (check), so if he were to assume they were running low on something, it'd have been their meat selections, though that would lie in the freezer.

      Door to fridge is shut, checklist in hand regarded with a firm nod at their perishables in the fridge. Produce that rested outside the fridge should come next since it'd last less than the frozen goods, so he'd remove his mind from the cold and wander to the counter. Pen tapping against its surface as he took a gander at the onions, garlic, and other vegetables. ❝ What do we need more of? What're we missing...? ❞

      Baby's voice caused ears to perk up, turning toward his direction, expression worn falling to confusion rather than contemplation. Updog? Had he ever heard of that one before? There were countless goods in the modern age that he'd never tried before ; the jokes around him had become something of a meme amongst the younger Sajas: he's like a victorian man being fed nachos for the first time -- and he still didn't quite know what those were... So the usage of updog sounded so modernized that he could only assume it was something akin to...a vitamin? That sounded correct...

      But assuming had gotten him nowhere before; he almost wanted to pull out that device and look into it, but...then it'd be obvious that he really didn't know. With a measured sigh, he placed down the clipboard, rubbing at temples to mitigate the migraine forming from lack of understanding. If there were an expert here on the matter, he'd have to assume -- no, HOPE that it was their maknae.

      As arms lower, he'd finally pipe up the accursed question that the younger was hoping for -- the one that really showed Jinu's age: ❝ What's updog? ❞

* . ⊹  ꜱᴇᴏʟ ᴊɪɴᴜ   › ❝ I DIDN'T EVEN DO ANYTHING ; where did this come from ??? ❞